Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.